Ain't No Right

And I have no power.

No power.

Power to the people, say I.

A blogging refugee, looking for the power.

Kind of like an Electric Gypsy, just looking for a place to charge my phone, my mp3 player, except without the motorcycles, the red leather pants, the perjorative terminology and the cocaine. Evidentally, Phil Lewis is asserting that he is an Electric Gypsy, whereas I'm more of a rover looking for Electricity. Maybe more like a refugee, then...

Actually, that's not the only hyperbole. My home did not get blown down, though I did have some mini-blinds that got damaged. And I missed the game, though, evidentally, I wasn't really "missing" it at all.

So what do you do when you lose power in a windstorm?

Well, you shove all perishables into the freezer. Then you eat the last of the turkey salami, the arugula, and the last of the light ranch dressing. You drink a beer, but discover that it, too, is warm-ish, and not appealing. You curse yourself for not having ice on hand, nor a cooler. Then you read all of A Grand Guy: The Life and Art of Terry Southern before the sun goes down.

You decide to listen to music, but realize your mp3 player is stone dead. Phone is close to death as well. You open all the windows because your place is stuffy and humid. You decide to go to bed early, but you can't sleep because the Bumpeses next door decide that this is a good time to drink themselves even stupider than they are normally, and yell and talk shit to each other until the wee hours. Then a fire truck parks right in front of your building, and turns its lights on, which, as luck would have it, are right in eyeline from your bed.

So I wander here, to my office, to see what is up in the world.

The media, by and large, have been in the bag for McCain since the beginning, and one has to wonder when Obama's counter attacks and his message might get through. Certainly, they scrutinize every goddamn thing he says, advancing a fairly standard idiom into a sexist slam because, well, McSame says its so, while ignoring the fairly obvious: It's the economy, stupid, and this should be the death knell for McSame's ignoble campaign, yet, with fifty-some days left, there's so much more potential bullshit for the media to shovel, for McSame to savor, and for the rest of us, to suffer.

More here.